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Moon (Ducktales Revision)

Moon (Ducktales Revision)

I have only ever had one dream of Duckberg, but it was a spectacular one. The five areas each had their own individual challenges, and were twisted, beautiful mirrors of their physical selves. The colorful stretches of the Amazon and the deep purple rock of the mines were especially vibrant, though Transylvania and the Himalayas were intriguing in their own right. My favorite place, however, is the one that took the challenges of the other four and combined them into one big puzzle. In fact, it wasn’t even part of the Earth in this alternate reality; I am referring, of course, to the moon.

As I’ve said, the moon in this dream combined the respective challenges of the other four areas of my Duckberg adventure into one. So, while the areas can be explored in any order, it is clear that in my dream, this was meant to be the last of them. I had long stretches of hazardous terrain, illusory walls, blocks to position just right, and even tunnels above the ceilings to tackle! If you ask me, moon travel is one of the most romantic things that one can do on an adventure, but even aside from this inherent wonder, there was much beauty to behold here. When my spacecraft landed, I excitedly began my lunar adventure.

The surface was not its usual gray color, but a dark brown, which reminded me of fantasizing about what the moon was like as a child, and since this was a dream, that could very well be why it was this color. There were a few craters, particularly where I stood, but most of the rock surface was fairly even. Most of the stars were their usual white, but there were a few bluish-purple ones to be seen, as well as a ringed planet that was clearly visible. Most obvious, however, was the mothership that stood before me; it had metallic blue landing gear, but was otherwise black with a few blue accents. Naturally, I had made the assumption that its dark color was for camouflage in deep space.

I strode along the underside of the ship, looking for a way inside. I soon came to a bluish-purple wall with a chain leading straight up. I had no choice but to climb, because a spaceship door was denying my way forward. I climbed inside of this beautiful spacecraft, marveling at the dichotomy between its blue interior, and its black exterior. There were a number of the strange spikes from the physical world, which I took care to avoid as well as I was able. I explored the upper area to the best of my ability, and soon returned, traveling in the other direction from the entrance.

This side was dark inside, giving it a hollow appearance. I was able to see two blue cylinders above me, which had glowing yellow cores. I have no idea as to their function, but such objects also existed in the physical world. In the dark, I was able to find a set of large stairs, which led me to another rope to climb. At the top, another decision was made easy by a spaceship door, so I headed in the other direction. After solving a fairly intricate puzzle, I found myself walking above the ceiling, eventually landing in a room. I was trapped in here; there was a door keeping me inside, and I was unable to get back up to the tunnel. Fortunately, this is where the key was kept, so I was now able to explore the ship at my leisure.

Next, I’d decided to climb up and see what was above me. There was a lovely hatch at the top of this spacecraft. It was small and tight, but cozy, just like this attic; I felt very much at home. I could almost see the black exterior with its blue criss-crosses standing proudly against the backdrop of outer space. I spent quite some time up here before moving on, leaving the ship altogether. Now able to get through the doors, I continued exploring the surface of the moon, eventually coming to a small compartment of the ship that had made its way underground. It was just a little hatch above me, and seemed to be some kind of storage room. After that, I made my way into the deepest part of the tunnel, ending my time here.

The difference between macrocosm and microcosm can also mean the difference between epic and intimate. While a high technology planet-hopping adventure, in which I am able to fly to distant galaxies in mere hours, is a grand adventure, indeed, it lacks that something special. There’s just something about building your own cramped little rocket and taking a long journey to a not so distant celestial body that makes it far more special to me. Perhaps it’s that old adage that the journey is more the reward than the destination, but I think that there is more to it than that. I think that it is more the length of the journey that makes it special. You could get into your car and drive to the mall in half an hour, but to spend days, weeks, or months walking through the desert makes the journey become the entirety of your very life for a while, and I think that to be what makes the greater impact.

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